Sunday, May 3, 2009

I have dots (kid update, may 2009)

Jo says: When people get sick, they get dots. But YOU already have dots!
Me: You mean - my freckles?
Jo: Yes! hee hee.

picture above: Jo took the trash stickers we have to buy to get our trash picked up and made crowns for the little stuffed animals with them, as well as bracelets and anklets for herself... sigh... also pictured above - Sam and Jo in shopping cart car at store; Sam and Jo at a birthday party; Sam wearing the tambourine...
Jo's dream: I dreamt about reindeer in the snow, making snow balls with their antlers, and throwing them with their antlers. And then they got tired, and slept in the snow. Then they had to go wash up inside. But the little one didn't wash up, she wasn't dirty. And the bathtub was really big. Then I dreamt about dogs playing in the snow, and the little one, the girl puppy, was a poodle with rainbow hair, with pink not purple, and she was so tiny, she just played inside with her dog toys, and went to sleep in her puppy crib.
Sam can say this sentence: "I want that."
He can also say "good" and make the baby sign for "more."
And yes: This is all related to food. Of course.
He is also, now that he is walking, like his sister in being a performing daredevil. That is, he will climb whatever is available and then look around grinning to make sure his prowess is being acknowledged.
Jo is into rhymes (run and fun rhyme! squirt and bert rhyme!) and counting (it gets iffy after 12) and writing words, especially names like Sam and words like Love. She told me today that a little L looks like an I, and she held up her hand to show what a big L looks like.
Memory: In the 'can't believe she remembers it' file, yesterday during a sudden rainstorm Jo started wailing in fear of a thunderstorm - 'we have to go home and go downstairs' - a YEAR ago, there was a tornado warning during a thunderstorm that forced us into our basement... she was fine once I told her no thunderstorm was going to happen...

If what they do is a reflection of what the parent does, then what I do apparently is talk on my cell phone. Last night at one point I looked over and both Jo and Sam had a cell phone (toy) to their ears - each was chattering on the phone and was walking in circles. Oh dear...

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